I was takin a trip out to L.A.Toolin along in my CheveroletTokin on a number and diggin on the radio

Just as I crossed the Mississippi lineI heard that highway start to whineAnd I knew that left rear tire was about to go

Well the spare was flat and I got uptightCause there wasn't a filling station in sightSo I just limped on down the shoulder on the rim

I went as far as I could and when I stopped the carIt was right in front of this little barKind of a red-neck lookin joint called the Do Drop Inn

Well I stuffed my hair up under my hatAnd told the bartender that I had a flatAnd would he be kind enough to give me change for a one

There was one thing I was sure proud to seeThere wasn't a soul in the place except for him and meand He just looked disgusted and pointed toward the telephone

I called up the station down the road a waysHe said he wasn't very busy todayAnd he could have somebody there in just about 10 minutes or so

He said Now, you just stay right where yer atAnd I didn't bother to tell the durn foolThat I sure as hell didn't have anyplace else to go

I just ordered up a beer and sat down at the barWhen some guy walked in and said, Who owns this car With the peace sign, the mag wheels and the four on the floor

He looked at me and I damn near diedAnd I decided that I'd just wait outsideSo I laid a dollar on the bar and headed for the door

Just when I thought I'd get outta there with my skin,These 5 big dudes come strollin' inWith this one old drunk chick and some fella with green teeth.

I was almost to the door when the biggest oneSaid, You tip your hat to this lady, sonAnd when I did, all that hair fell out from underneath

Now the last thing I wanted was to get into a fightIn Jackson Mississippi on a Saturday nightEspecially when there was three of them and only one of me

They all started laughin and I felt kinda sickAnd I knew I better think of something pretty quickSo I just reached out and kicked old green teeth right in the knee

Now he let out a yell that'd curl yer hairBut before he could move I grabbed me a chairAnd said Now watch him Folks cause he's a fairly dangerous man

You may not know it but this man is a spy.He's a undercover agent for the FBIAnd he's been sent down here to infiltrate the Ku Klux Klan

He was still bent over holdin on to his kneeBut everybody else was looking and listening to meAnd I laid it on thicker and heavier as I went

Would you believe this man has gone as farAs tearing Wallace stickers off the bumpers of cars.And he voted for George McGovern for President

He's a friend of them long haired, hippy-type, pinko fags!I betcha he's even got a commie flagtacked up on the wall inside of his garageHe's a snake in the grass, I tell ya guys.He may look dumb but that's just a disguise,He's a mastermind in the ways of espionage

They started lookin real suspicious at him andHe jumped up and said Now just wait a minute Jim!You know he's lying I been living here all of my life

I'm a faithful follower of Brother John BirchAnd I belong to the Antioch Baptist Church.And I aint even got a garage, you can call home and ask my wife

Then he started saying somethin bout the way I was dressedBut I didn't wait around to hear the restI was too busy moving and hoping I didn't run outta luck

When I hit the ground I was making tracksAnd they were just taking my car down off the jacksSo I threw the man a twenty and jumped in and fired that mother up

Mario Andretti woulda sure been proudOf the way I was movin when I passed that crowdComing out the door and headed toward me at a trot

Now I guess I should of gone ahead and runBut somehow I just couldn't resist the funOf chasing them all just once around the parking lot

Well they headed for their car, but I hit the gasAnd spun around and headed them off at the passI was slinging gravel and putting a ton of dust in the air

I had them all out there steppin and fetchinLike their heads were on fire and their asses was catchinthen I figgered I had better go ahead and split before the cops got there

When I hit the road I was really wheelinHad gravel flyin and rubber squealin'And I didn't slow down 'till I was almost to ArkansasTomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comI think I'm gonna reroute my tripI wonder if anybody'd think I'd flippedIf I went to L.A., via Omaha